You remember the abandoned boat I was kinda taking care of in my own way a few months ago? The one that inspired the OG shipgirl that went into a literary project (if you read my blog)? I had taken the owner's contact info to ask about her, and I didn't remember I had actually put him into my contacts in case something did come out of this. He hasn't replied to my email in September, and seems to answer to no one anyway, and I've come to realize he likely comes undercover because stuff moves inside the boat sometimes, and he's been known to come at really ungodly hours of the night (discovered from reading old emails). That's when I thought, yeah, not gonna do this, I don't want any awkward misunderstanding or worse.
Come today, I checked my contacts for some reason and turns out the guy has Telegram. And he fucking creeps me out. Dude looks like a hobo and has a look in his eyes that isn't quite one of a serial killer, but just gives me a really weird vibe. I'm just not surprised anymore that the boat isn't taken care of and that although we never bumped into each other, last time I went there I got a really bad feeling and bolted outta here. Just really gives off a drug addict vibe, or just... idk, someone not all there. Your gut knows.
I'm sorry Spirit, all I can do now is write about you, and imagine a different outcome for you than being left to rot in a port until you catch on fire or sink at your moorings...
